Starry, starry night

Sometime long ago, I may have posted this song to this site. It takes on new meaning tonight, with my friend’s stories of unresolved memories and pain of love and loss. I remember what that’s like. I have plenty of my own. It wasn’t that long ago.

Vincent van Gogh and his brother, Theodore, left me with lots of stories of their lives that might relate to my own. They couldn’t have possibly known at the time, that their stories could benefit me and others like me. We are all artists and observers, storytellers and listeners, touching and the touched. We don’t always know in the moment. I am thankful I observe, listen, and touch.

Song for the night: Vincent – Don McLean: “..but, I could have told you, Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.”

Welcome to a blog I never wanted to write…

Reading the page below entitled, "Mystery O. Riley" will give you some background, and if you find our mystery something you'd like to follow, please come back often. Losing our 20-year-old son isn't the way it's supposed to be, as we always hear people say. But, for some of us, it is the way it is. And, there's nothing to do, but find a path on this unthinkable road, through an unimaginable forest of grief, and in our case...an unforgiveable river of mystery.